"We keep the bodies back in the deep freeze till they're good and crunchy," he said. "Then, when the family comes for the viewing, we pull 'em out and let 'em defrost a little. Then there's no smell but that dry, deep-freeze kind of smell."

Leo’s grandmother was half mad and a quarter Navajo and she made a damn fine tequila that was so clear and smooth it drank like water—and could take your legs out from under you in—pretty much—nothing flat.